natsukashii
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯
Ken || 32 || He/Him/His || PST
Sup, I’m natsukashii! Or Ken if you don’t give two flying shits about formalities. I honestly have no preference. I’m 32, male (he/him pronouns if you don’t mind ). I’ve been roleplaying way too long (longer than I’d care to admit over 10 years). Here you’ll find a bunch of things I’m into creatively. There’ll be some general information about my style, what I like and don’t like in a partner, how I might write, how long my replies will be, and general tidbits I like to throw in.
If ya like what ya see, then I’m sure I’ll be hearing from you. If not, then thanks for stopping by regardless!
-I'm well over the adult age (a 90s kid to say the least)
-Anyone I RP with should be 18+. Not just for my comfort and legal means, but sometimes my plots tend to get dark depending on the direction of said plot. My preference is 21+ just to be safe.
-My energy is selective and not consistent ...at least in terms of actual IC posting. I am always down for some friendly chats, but daily posting from me is a rarity, but it does happen sometimes.
-I am super friendly. I know that sounds like something that someone who isn't would say, but I mean it. I like to think of myself as very approachable
-I tend to prefer on-site threads for RPS, but OOC chatter can happen wherever. I do have discord.
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- Soulmate, FxF, action, fantasy, threads of fate - Human(turned Shinigami) x Shinigami Protector (of her town)
wanna do be gay and do crimes vibes
Plot Summary - Over one-thousand years ago, there existed a powerful shinigami whose very existence and desires threatened not just the Seireitei, but the World of the Living, Hueco Mundo, Hell, and all realms to ever exist. This one shinigami’s entire purpose was to bring destruction and annihilation to all realms. They almost did if it wasn’t for the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13. Thanks to her and the efforts of the other captains, this shinigami and all of their forces were brought to justice. And this Shinigami, on death’s door, was placed in a manufactured prison/grave in the Dangai where their final days would be spent in a forever looping hell of their own making.
But sixteen years ago, under the radar of Central 46, under the watchful eye of the entire Gotei 13, this shinigami’s last trace of reiatsu escaped and took refuge in a newly born infant.
For as long as she could remember, Fubuki Kogarashi has always had weird dreams. These dreams have always been too vivid for to handle sometimes. She would wake up screaming and shaking with such a fear and experiencing such an intense cold sweat that she’s spent more time in the hospital than she has at home or at school. Only recently have they stopped, but as of last month, she’s experienced new dreams. The old ones were like out of the manga she’s been reading and she would have chalked it up to just having that on her mind, but these new dreams - the ones she’s thankfully haven’t been shaking inconsolably from - detail even more vivid tellings of what looks like a battlefield of some kind with her at the center.
But then she’s transported to a desolate icy wasteland with mountain ranges in the distance and a constant dancing of snowflakes. In front of her, like the reflection of a mirror, she sees herself but her hair is whiter than snow. Whiter than what Fubuki has. She sees herself in a white dress almost like she’s blending into the snowy mountains.
Fubuki has no idea what it all means, but she’s about to. She’s always felt there was someone watching over here. Every time she had a bad feeling, something about that feeling disappeared. Fubuki knows someone is out there making sure she’s okay. But she can’t put her finger on why she knows or why there would even be anyone caring for her like that.
If you are indeed interested and have made it this far, then allow me the honor to say thanks for sticking with me so long and I hope to hear from you soon! I promise the energy here is not always what you get from me…or it might be. Either way, as they say, the ball is in your yard!
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